Qianmo's profession required that she should figure out the real psychological activities of a person within a split second.
The fastest microexpression could happen within just one-quarter of a second, and many analyses could be conducted within that lightning-fast response.
However, at this moment, she was standing on the street of the busy city and staring at him for more than five minutes. Neither of them had moved a single step.
Five minutes were more than 300 seconds.
For Qianmo, it had been way too long a period.
Although it had been a protracted spell, she still failed to tell what that man, who was standing not far away from her, was thinking.
She could make out most people's mind, but she could not read his.
Neither in her previous life nor in the present one.
She couldn't comprehend his thoughts, and what's more, she couldn't even figure out what she herself was thinking.
